the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

I am ashamed

I am ashamed
I am to be blamed
When my brother goes down
And I turn around

I am ashamed of the Gospel
Because I know they sell
Bibles and song books
And I know it looks
Like its just opium we are on.
Maybe, but it’s Heavenly spun.
With no side affects.

I am ashamed
I am to be blamed
When my brother goes down
And I turn around

I am ashamed that my friend
Has to hold another girl’s hand
Because no one loves her like they should
If you think you could
I would like to try.


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